Episode 75 – "The Kick That Split the Street"
The monster's shape was wrong. Not just ugly or oversized, but wrong in the way that made your stomach tighten and your ears buzz like static. It scuttled across the fractured pavement on too many legs to count at first glance, six or maybe eight, bending at unnatural joints that clicked like knives scraping against ceramic. The body was long and segmented like some overgrown insect, yet it burned with an inner glow, veins of orange light pulsing under the cracked chitin as if fireflies had been trapped inside its flesh and were screaming to get out. Every step it took left black scorch marks on the ground, mana searing into stone as though it was branding the street with its arrival.
